Hunger. A poor first foray into verse

He had need.
Need unsated
Beating like a heart of a separate being

She saw him
He radiated something
Dangerous. Wanton.
A gravitational pull
Irresistible to her

He saw her
Crossing his vision
He focused
Like a lone lion hunting
The savannah
His hunger gnawed
His lust fanned and inflated

She watched him approach
His need called to her
She stood still and smiled
Like prey
But prey begging to be captured
And consumed

He approached her
Looking into her eyes
Seeing her fear
Sensing her desire
Smelling the sweet aroma of her arousal

She touched him
He gazed at her
His mouth watering
His heart racing
His loins throbbing

She smiled
Desire overcoming fear
Lust overcoming thought and reservation
She felt herself flood
And swell
And ache

He moved forward
Into her
Enveloping her
She moved into him
Reveling in his need
Rampantly displayed
Offered to her

They consumed each other
Imploding into each other
Alone but intertwined
Nothing else existed


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